...without stopping to think of the possible repercussions and how deeply I might scar this young lad, (hey... cut me some slack... I was still nearly a decade away from having kids of my own, so... who knew?) anyway, I leaned over... nudged him... and let slip "Psst! Your Mommy killed the Easter Bunny!" That's part of the real story. I'll let you

...without stopping to think of the possible repercussions and how deeply I might scar this young lad, (hey... cut me some slack... I was still nearly a decade away from having kids of my own, so... who knew?) anyway, I leaned over... nudged him... and let slip "Psst! Your Mommy killed the Easter Bunny!" That's part of the real story. I'll let you decide how much of the song you want to believe.